09-21-2022, 06:44 PM
Oh, what a time of transition for her dear, sweet babies! They grew lanky, losing their puppy soft roundness that filled her with such a deep level of satisfaction. She loved to see it as much as she loathed it, watching them age. It seemed preposterous that her puppies were nearing two years in age, and honestly, it felt a little unfair that her babies had slipped through her paws, just like that. There was nothing she could have done to stop it.
Perhaps that what it was; it was the powerlessness she had over this part of life, that belied her discomfort with it.
They had all grown so curious, all five of her girls. They no longer could be contained to the nursery. Instead they played and galavanted with relative freedom around the rendezvous-vous site, hoisted high up in the mountaintops. Watching them cavort was a part of their burgeoning adolescence that she could easily savor, despite the sourness of losing her roly-poly babies; another was that she (or any adult) could leave them for small amounts of times without a babysitter. With eyes and ears wide opened, they could easily perceive danger and trusted them to stay within their well-defined limited. Mother, however, came and went at times.
At this moment, she returned to them with her belly gently convex, after gorging on caribou. Using herself as a vessel, she had carried it back to her babies, so that they might have a bite of meat, and get used to the taste of prey. They nursed less and less now, and she could feel her own production slowing. Generally, it was around the event of weaning that puppies aged out of a midwife's care — knowing this fact, the mother & midwife still managed to sound chipper as she called them all towards her.
"Sunbeams, gather 'round!” the sylph chimed, looking around to see a gaggle of wagging tails appear from the brush.
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